OAOA01 (May 6, 2023)
Summary of Receipt
Bingo showed up at the Zulu Suite looking for either of the Shakas...somehow. He wants to offer them a proposal, but since they're both away, he just decides to let them know he wants to talk and leaves.
Transcript
Receipt: OAOA01
Author: Mercutio
Status: Open
Subject: Bingo Cult
A rather unexpected guest came into the Ca— ah, my apologies. Hard habit to break. Our friend, Bingo, leader of the Sacred Hall of Bingo, stopped by the Zulu Suite. He claims to have brought a proposition for Capgras and Twain when they get back. How he managed to get into the Zulu Suite… well, that is beyond me. Though having seen what he was once capable of in his prior life, I would hardly put much past him.
S.O.T.
Mercutio: Can I help you…?
Bingo: I don’t know, man. Can you? I was looking for Shaka.
Mercutio: Which one?
Bingo: Right. There are two of them now. Uh… whoever. It’s not that important which one of them I talk to.
Mercutio: Well, Twain—
Bingo: Twain?
Mercutio: Like, to be cut in two. Twain. She’s in England right now looking into a cult and Capgras—
Bingo: Capgras? They chose non-Shaka names?
Mercutio: It makes them easier to tell apart.
Bingo: Ah… I see. Well, where is “Capgras”? Also out?
Mercutio: Yes… though… well, he’s out-out.
Bingo: Out-out? Out of town, out of state, out of country…?
Mercutio: Out of cycle.
Bingo: Far out. Far… out. Great. So, no Shakas here? Just my luck. Guess I’ll have to come back around.
Mercutio: I could take a message for them, Mr…?
Bingo: According to their records, I’m “Bingo,” right?
Mercutio: Bingo? You don’t look—
Bingo: Yeah, yeah. I know. It grew back. Wait… I recognize you now. Number… 1223. Right? Man… I can’t believe you got suckered into another Cafe and Diner.
Mercutio: We’re not—
Bingo: Oh. No, of course not. Silly me. Well, don’t worry about taking a note, man, the CaDCom Device, short for Cafe and Diner Communication Device, I’m sure you’re aware, does a real good job at transcribing things. I’d know. So, Capgras, Twain, I come with a, well, I suppose it’d be a proposal of sorts. A proposition. Something you guys would really dig. You know where to find me.
E.O.T.